Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Above the Pantheon.

The End Witch, Ivyst, slightly tilted her head upward, gazing at the pitch-black space-time rift in the sky.

In an instant, a familiar figure surrounded by a black mire suddenly fell from the passage.

Because he seemed to have fallen into some kind of temporary unconsciousness, he was currently plummeting toward the ground uncontrollably.

The cold woman with white hair and red eyes should have controlled his fall to slow it down.

For some unknown reason, looking at the boy's face which still carried traces of pain, she inexplicably glided forward with light steps, slightly spreading her arms, and catching the slender, thin body of the boy in her embrace.

With a slight collision, the End Witch felt a bit of impact against her chest, followed quickly by warm breath.

Perhaps because of the wrong falling posture, when the boy fell into her arms, his face was seamlessly embedded into a pair of deep valleys.

Regrettably, he was currently unconscious, unable to perceive the scene unfolding before him consciously.

Feeling something unusual against her chest, the End Witch, trapped for thousands of years, instinctively wanted to push him away.

No member of the opposite sex had ever dared to make such a desecrating gesture towards her.

Moreover, this fellow was also her follower.

But before she could act, the image of a scene from a hundred thousand years ago involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

The boy's figure, charging fearlessly, stood in front of her without hesitation.

"..."

The End Witch quietly watched the boy in her arms, seemingly lost in thought, not knowing what was going through her mind.

The atmosphere gradually quieted down.

But there just had to be some ignorant existence wanting to disrupt the mood.

The next second, accompanied by a spray of fresh blood, the sleeping boy let out a muffled groan, and then a black spike slashed open his back.

A female face, filled with resentment and coldness emerged from his spine.

"Damn brat, where the hell is this..."

The long journey through time and space left the Creation Demon in extremely poor condition, now even weaker.

But when it finally emerged from this fellow's body, it realized that it was no longer in the underground relics it was in before.

The sight before it was so unfamiliar it sent chills down its spine.

Looking at the giant divine statues suspended high in the air, each one containing a might that made it tremble with fear.

Most of these entities were unfamiliar to it, but just by looking with the naked eye, one could tell that these statues represented existences both powerful and terrifying.

Among them, there were even a few High-dimensional Demons that only existed in legends of the Demon Clan, and the King of Cruelty Kushustan, who almost tore it into shreds before, was nowhere to be seen here.

It was as if, with its status, it simply didn't qualify to enter this hall.

Some of the statues seemed to have Order Chains extending from their palms, sparse and few, but enough to fill the Creation Demon with fear.

Could it be... that this Pantheon was actually meant to seal some terrifyingly powerful being?

But what kind of existence couldn't even be annihilated by these divine beings, only capable of being sealed here by breaking through hatred and barriers and uniting together?

Following the few remaining Order Chains, the Creation Demon finally noticed something unusual.

Suddenly, there stood a tall, graceful woman in front of it.

She wore a tattered black dress, barefoot with delicate jade feet, her long white hair cascaded to her waist, her demeanor cold and detached.

Just the sight of her figure made the Creation Demon feel as if its consciousness was about to explode.

How terrifying and supreme is this being?!

In an instant, it seemed to recall a kind of instinct.

An instinct shared by every life form with metabolic functions.

It was a fear born from deep within when faced with an existence far more powerful than oneself, and the urge to submit.

Put simply... it was nearly scared out of its wits.

At this moment, the Creation Demon couldn't even muster the thought of resistance, only feeling that the power over life and death was fully in her control.

The gap between it and the woman in the black dress was even greater than the gap between it and the First Rank ant before it!

Even at its peak, it couldn't possibly be her opponent!

"I recognize..."

In an instant, recognizing the irreversible gap in strength, the Creation Demon wished to beg for mercy.
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But before it could even speak, it felt a chilling cold penetrating the depths of its soul.

The woman, somehow, had turned her gaze towards it.

In her red eyes, it seemed a severe emotion was suppressed.

Ignoring the pleading look from the Creation Demon, the woman in the black dress slowly lifted her hand and forcefully grabbed its face.

"Get... out of his body."

...

[S-grade character "The End Witch, Ivyst's" deviation from the storyline has increased to 1.20%.]

[Due to the special nature of this character at the current time point, reward points will be calculated at 10 times.]

Lynn was awakened by the system's notification.

The moment he regained consciousness, a faintly familiar yet strange fragrance wafted to his nose.

It was somewhat like the Princess, but not as flamboyant, reminiscent of a quiet and cold lily of the valley.

Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

A cold yet breathtakingly beautiful visage entered his sight.

White hair, black dress.

It was Miss Witch, no doubt.

At this moment, the End Witch wasn't quietly reading as usual. Instead, she sat with her knees hugged to her chest, staring in a trance at him lying on the ground.

Their gazes met in midair.

Looking into those crimson eyes, Lynn detected a hint of surprise and confusion in her gaze, uncertain what she was thinking.

Suddenly, an inexplicable urge surged up his spine and hit him right at the crown.

Yes!

That's right!

It was this look!

Although Miss Witch always maintained a cold, disinterested demeanor, she also showed a side that didn't match her aloof persona for a man!

At the moment, Lynn felt so exhilarated he was nearly in heaven.

Yet, he had overlooked one issue.

During the battle between the Creation Demon and Kushustan, most of his clothes had been torn to shreds.

So now, he was practically in a state of undress.

Even certain unspeakable parts were exposed to the open air.

However, after sensing Miss Witch's eye contact, Lynn's mood stirred so much that those unspeakable parts had an unspeakable reaction.

When he noticed his heartbeat accelerating slightly, the End Witch inadvertently glanced in that direction.

Realizing what had happened, her expression instantly turned icy, and she quickly stood up and appeared far away in a flash.

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

Damn!

Yun Chang, why can't you ever stay under control?

Even with Lynn's thick skin, he felt somewhat embarrassed at the moment.

Looking at her cold, tall back, Lynn didn't know what to say for a while.

Fortunately, she broke the silence first.

"Why?"

Miss Witch asked abruptly.

"I'm sorry."

Lynn instantly caved in.

Hearing this, Miss Witch seemed puzzled by his response: "Sorry?"

"Yes," Lynn took a deep breath, "Because you are truly beautiful, and I had just awoken from a daze, failing to distinguish reality from illusions, which inadvertently caused me to offend you, really…"

"It's not about that."

Miss Witch intended to reprimand him coldly, but having heard his response, she found herself unable to speak harshly, and awkwardly changed the subject.

Discussing physiological reactions with a follower was just too weird.

And... was his face really as beautiful as he said?

Just one glance could... cause that?

However, Lynn wasn't aware of the fleeting thought in the cold Miss Witch at that moment.

"What do you mean then?"

The recently awakened Lynn was still somewhat confused.

Hearing his question, the End Witch took a deep breath, "Why did you save me?"

So that was it.

Lynn breathed out in relief.

Seeing that Miss Witch hadn't pursued his disrespectful behavior earlier, Lynn immediately felt at ease.

Looking at her stunning and cold silhouette, he answered without hesitation, "Because... you told me to do so."

"Me?"

The End Witch furrowed her brows deeply.

"Yes," Lynn slowly responded, "Because you personally said to please you."

"Whether it was you from the past or you now, in my eyes, they are the same."

"So, esteemed Miss Witch, have I managed to please you?"

"Are... you feeling happy now?"

With the final words slowly dropping, the silence overwhelmed the atmosphere once again.

Lynn silently gazed at the End Witch's back, his expression calm.

After what felt like a long time.

A barely audible voice slowly reached his ears.

"I... am happy."

Suddenly, the urge he had barely suppressed swept through him again.

Lynn's expression changed.

Yun Chang ah, Yun Chang, now is not the time for you to show off!

(ps: Begging for monthly tickets!!!!!!!!!!)